Frail and in terrible pain
He rose from his deathbed.
His wife and I dressed him.
I drove us to his university
To watch his son graduate.
I pushed the wheelchair
To the edge of the platform
Where he waited in agony \'til
They handed out the diploma,
Then whispered, \"Let\'s go now.\"
At the car a student of his approached;
\"Professor, when might you be available?\"
I wanted to scream, Can\'t you see he\'s dying!
He replied in his typically gracious manner,
\"Let\'s get together when I am better.\"
Back at the hospital\'s cancer ward we
Undressed him and eased him into bed.
After thirty five years, that was the last time
My beloved friend and I would share a day.
We now share the night, in reunions called dreams.